Rusty Smith and Friends (Athens, Ohio, USA): "Church Bell Blues" (Brazilian TV)

Описание: [3:48]

[Songwriter: Luke Jordan]

“Church Bell Blues”
Rusty Smith and Friends

Rusty Smith: guitar, vocals
Zeke Hutchison: mandolin
Terry Douds: bass

Church bell’s ringin’
Secretary’s singin’
Preacher’s preachin’
Can’t you hear the sisters shout?
There’s children in the pulpit
My mama’s tryin’ to learn a song
That lowdown dirty deacon
Took my gal and gone

I’ve done more for you, Mama
Way last winter
Scuffled through the summer
We suffered in the fall
I’ve done more for you, Mama
Than the good Lord has ever done
Now you’re fussin’ about your good head
The Lord didn’t give you one

So hand me back that hat I bought you
The coat and waist
Give me back the shawl I bought you
The shoes and all
If you don’t like your daddy
You got no right to carry on and squall
Give me back the wig I bought you
Let your doggone head go bald

I can’t be no bank boss, baby
No superintendent
Can’t clerk no commissary
I ain’t gonna work on no tipple
Because I promised the Good Lord
I wasn’t gonna dig no coal
I think I’ll stay here in the country
Try to find some jelly roll

[Musical Interlude]

She wouldn’t fix me no breakfast
Make me no lunch
Scuffled ’bout my supper
She threw me out the door
And had the nerve to ask me
Would a matchbox hold my clothes
She had the nerve to ask me
If a matchbox would hold my clothes

My brother had ’em
My sister had ’em
My auntie had ’em
My father died with ’em
I woke up this morning
Lord, I had the weary blues
Look over in the corner
Poor old Grandma had them, too

Church bell’s ringing
Secretary’s singing
Preacher’s preaching
Can’t you hear the sisters shout?
There’s children in the pulpit
My mama’s trying to learn a song
That lowdown dirty deacon
Took my gal and gone